Got a lead on a job here in town. Going in to apply and hopefully interview tomorrow. Hope, pray, do whatever it is you do for me!

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Thanks, Jenn!
Dinner was a "what's in the veggie bin" soup. Zuke, kale, canned tomato, broth, heavy cream, turmeric, basil, coriander, salt, pepper and cayenne pureed together, with 3 slices bacon, 2 poached eggs, 1 egg threaded into the soup, feta, and mozz. I ate a 1/3 of that and will probably attack more later

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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I fail to see what that has to do with the conversation, damn idiot spammer. If you're going to fucking quote me, use the whole quote, not just part of it, shithead. Oh, and by the way, I saw your mama on that pr0n site you advertise. She was the 3rd person in the human cnetipede. Meet the black button of doom!

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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I'm pretty sure if Naiad and I put our minds together humanity would have to move back into caves our of fear for their own sanity. That said, human centipede was made up by some Dutch or Norweigen dude or some such.

I'm pretty sure if Naiad and I put our minds together humanity would have to move back into caves our of fear for their own sanity. That said, human centipede was made up by some Dutch or Norweigen dude or some such.

Throw in SWG and Dallas Guy and humanity would move to space under condition that we don't follow them.
Trying to wake up so I can get ready to go apply for that job, then go write more and hang out with SWG.

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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